Lost Boy◇Nate Parker AU

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Song of the chapter (the only country song in the playlist) : Long Black Train by Josh Turner....You  will get it if you read and understand

Last on Lost Boy:

"We will meet again soon. For real. I promise."

The cabin  isn't there anymore. The crummy stairwells. The broken door barely hanging off it's hinged. The windows aren't single paned. Instead a white picket house full of fake grass for the front laeb is replaced. The windows are double paned and the doir is like a castle door which could lead anything behind it.

"What?" I ask myself. What is happening? What is going on? I look around. Instead of woods all around there are other houses. With the similar lawns, similiar windows, and similiar stairs. But not other house has the door.

"Mom?" I turn to her, "where are we? Where is the cabin?"

"Cabin?" She looks at my father and they both laugh, "honey. We haven't been to a cabin for years."

"Years? Bu-but we were just moving into a cabin. Not this house,  I look again at the house. The glaze from the sun to the upstairs windows leave a big glare. Kind of like a wink somehow because it leaves. "We are still in Ohio, right?"

Now I sense it. We aren't there. We aren't where it was.

"We moved just across the town Jewels, we didn't move very far at all," my father explains to me as I grab my bags and run into the house.

I look to every room. No room is the same. No wooden floors, walls, nothing. Everything is white  and the fireplace is huge as it is overlooked by the living room French windows. I run throughout the whole house, "Nate? NATHANIEL?! My lost boy?! Where are you?!"

No one answered. You didn't answer. Not even a simple: "soon" or "yes?" Or "juliet."

The realization hit me. It hit me harder than the death I could swear I encounter not even long ago. I won't hear his voice. I won't see him. I won't hear the way he said my name like it was off of a novel. It was a dream of some sort. That was the only reasonable answer.

"Juliet?"

"Nate?" I run to his voice, "Nathaniel!"

I get to it but it isn't him. It is my father, "Juliet. What on earth are you doing?"

"What is the year?"

"You should know the year Juliet. Don't play games."

How do I know? How do I know  this isn't some illusion? How do I know that is some other year too because the cabin is gone. How do I know anything now, what I am seeing is true?

What I saw. What I heard. What i did. Nathaniel Abraham Parker. I know everything was true. I know what I encountered was real. I know the devil was going to kill us all again and Nate saved us before he vanished.

"2016. The year is 2016." He says as he goes around me with his bags.I look at him with horror. Complete horror. "Now are you happy? 

He shakes his head as he goes into the room with boxes.

2016. 2-0-1-6. Not four years after that. Like it should be.

I look at the other rooms  again. There is furniture in some rooms. In the dining room, there is our big table. With eight chairs and it's big center piece. I remember my mother used to have this. I play with the little petals of the flowers on it.